Monday, October 10, 2005

un poco de lo que leo

"Castra mente, callada mente/ casi cálculo, casi cosa/ que colinda conmigo/ cascando quieta/ la quebrada cal/ cada cuándo/ por costumbre."

Amor en fuga

Monday, October 03, 2005

mas de los programas de cristobal


podcasting-- coxoqe

KATHRYN WILLIAMS
We Dug A Hole

You said
Clichés come from the truth
Of beauty that every one feels they can own
Is then truth
Being rubbed out or watered down

We dug a hole
To keep everything out of view
We dug a hole
Hoped it was big enough.

The water was like creased old leather
Lit by a bare bulb
And we talked about the swirly island waters

We dug a hole
To keep everything out of view
They dug a hole
Hoped it was big enough.

Late into the night
Through dried up popcorn and sticky carpets
Words danced upwards
To tired out lyrics

They dug a hole
To keep everything out of view
They dug a hole
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)
Warmer than wood, old and safe (?)

indifference, What am I doing here?, Beachy Head,